#kinktober day 13

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 13 - Size Difference

Ghost x Soap - 1.5k (on ao3)

summary: Simon and Johnny's first time together. (Johnny POV)

cw: very very light degradation (and it's affectionate)

note: i made ghost bigger than he is in game just to have a bit more fun with the prompt hehe <3

Johnny’s never been with someone bigger than him. 

He’s topped before, bottomed before, been a third for a curious couple, but the one constant is that he’s always the largest man in the room. At six feet tall and with a body (and posture) built from a decade of military experience, it’s unsurprising. Even if there's a man in the room taller than him, Johnny's confidence and poise gives him a bigger presence. Outside of work, he's used to commanding attention when he steps into a room - a sometimes annoying trait that unfortunately extends to the bedroom.

He'd like to be thrown around sometimes, so what? Maybe even manhandled a bit, have someone use him like a doll. With his form and attitude he's always expected to be the one doing the manhandling, though, and more often than not the quickest way to get himself off is to just use his partner's body how he'd like.

He isn't bigger than everyone around him. In fact, he's the shortest member of the 141. Most notably, he isn’t bigger than Ghost.

No, Johnny’s Lieutenant is a mountain of a man - 6’6 if not larger, built like a brick house with a layer of fat over his muscles making every article of clothing he wears obscenely tight.

Ghost is a big man, the biggest on base. He makes Johnny feel small in a way he's never felt before, even next to men like Price. Johnny stands next to Ghost and doesn't even come up to the man's chin, it's absurd.

Sometimes, when he's gone a little too long without heading off base to pick someone up, Johnny looks at Ghost and thinks about what it would feel like to be pinned beneath all that bulk. He can tell Ghost is the type of man who would take control in bed, and the desire to just throw himself at Simon's mercy and shout do whatever you want to me! feels like it consumes all of his thoughts sometimes.

Now, held down beneath Ghost in his bed, Johnny’s sure he’s never felt quite so dwarfed in his life. Their height difference feels multiplied like this, with Johnny existing purely in Ghost's shadow and pinned down like a bug.

There isn’t an inch of him not covered by Simon. Were he on his back, Ghost’s head would block out the light entirely. As it is he can feel every point where their bodies meet - which is every point across the back of Johnny’s body, even the bottom of his feet where they push against Simon's. 

He groans aloud when Ghost wraps a hand around his waist. His fingers nearly touch his fucking belly button. 

God, he’s going to fuck Johnny so good. Judging by the bulge at his back, he'll be lucky if he can walk straight tomorrow morning.

Johnny grinds himself back on Ghost’s cock, moans at the sensation of naked skin rubbing on naked skin, the hard heat of man against him.

He’ll never be able to fuck someone smaller than this again, he already knows. He'll either have to beg Ghost to fuck him again (beg him again) or spend hours looking for hyperspecific body types on dating apps.

He's mourning his future sexual prospects when Ghost uses the hand on his hip to grind him back again, pushing forward and letting Johnny's cock rub against soft sheets. He moans at the sensation, leaning his head back to rest on his Lieutenant's shoulder.

“Needy, Johnny?” Ghost asks, lips hovering beside Johnny’s right ear.

“Always, sir,” he breathes back, arching his neck and whimpering when Ghost takes his invitation to suck a hickey. “Been wantin’- fuck, been wantin’ this since the day I met you, L.t.”

“That so?” A lick, a kiss, a hard bite, another kiss. He can't wait to study the bruises in the mirror tomorrow morning.

“Mmmmm,” Johnny moans, letting himself go loose and resting his cheek back on the pillow to glance over his shoulder at Simon. “Knew you’d have a fuckin’ perfect cock.”

That gets a bark of laughter from Ghost, another bite along Johnny’s shoulder. He smiles a little dopily at the playful response, continues rolling his hips slowly so there's no lull in stimulation for either of them.

“Been this horny that long?”

“Yeah,” Johnny breathes. “Can’t hardly think around you these days, can’t do much but picture your goddamn horse cock.”

“Horse cock, huh? You think you can take it all?”

Johnny scoffs a little in offense. “‘Kinda question is that? ‘Course I can take it. I’m not a fuckin’ quitter, L.t.”

That gets another laugh. “‘Course not Johnny. My mistake.”

It takes a long time for Ghost to prep Johnny. He’s a bit of a dick about it, refuses to fuck him before he crams four fingers into Johnny’s lube-soaked hole. He licks at the drool dripping from Johnny's mouth, occasionally stuffing his fingers onto his tongue and whispering filthy things in his ear.

Get 'em wet for me, love, need you nice and soaked before you even think of takin' my cock.

Like the taste, do you? My needy thing, of course you like the taste of your own arse. I shoulda known.

Spit, Johnny. Your hole's dryin' up already, can't have that. Thought you wanted me to fuck you?

Johnny squirms at the stretch of four fingers, put-out that he’s not being properly wrecked yet and starting to get properly pouty about it. “Might as well just fuckin’ fist me,” he grumbles, hands clenching tight in the sheets.

“Some other day,” Ghost brushes off, curling his fingers right into Johnny’s prostate and giving him a few firm rubs to stop his whining. It has the intended affect, leaving Johnny incapable of speech for a few moments and just drooling onto the pillow.

Thankfully, Simon's not as slow when he finally does fuck Johnny.

He doesn’t pause when he’s sinking in, keeps a steady pressure from tip to root as he seats himself fully inside.

They both let out twin moans of pleasure when he's fully seated, Johnny’s back arched so he can throw his head onto Ghost’s collarbone. He gets a hand loose around his throat, a kiss pressed to his temple.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” Ghost whispers in his ear, still as a statue.

Johnny gives himself a few moments to adjust - he really would like to walk tomorrow - but he’s always been a bit of a masochist, always enjoyed the burn of the stretch when he fucks himself on a particularly thick dildo. So he cants his hips back a little before he’s fully acclimated to the intrusion that is Ghost, smiles into the bedsheets and braces himself for the fucking of a lifetime.

He gets it. Ghost pulls out to the tip on nearly every thrust, bullies Johnny’s prostate and keeps his angle oh so perfect. He reaches around to grab Johnny’s cock at one point, makes him cry out and come in only a few strokes.

Ghost himself lasts far longer. Johnny goes limp after his orgasm, sinks boneless into the pillows and arches his back so Ghost can finish himself off. It feels so fucking good to just lay there being used, the contentment of knowing his body only exists for Ghost's pleasure something that fills him with a bone-deep satisfaction.

He fucks Johnny for at least as long as it took Johnny to get off, panting harshly above his back as he works. He sounds almost animalistic, heaving and snarling like a rabid dog.

Johnny whimpers and whines when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, gives himself the freedom to exaggerate just a tad because Ghost gives him another hickey for every sound he makes. All Johnny has to do is rest his head on folded arms and bear Simon's fucking and he gets a pretty pattern of bruises across his throat.

Simon finally buries himself to the hilt with a harsh bite to Johnny’s shoulder blade, one that feels nearly like it breaks skin. Johnny would swear he growls into the skin between his teeth, the vibration echoing right to his spent cock.

Ghost pulls out a moment later, flops to his side back beside Johnny and catches his breath.

He’s not sure if Ghost will kick him out - his L.t. certainly doesn’t seem the type to enjoy pillow talk. But he’s not sure he could move if he wanted, so he lets his eyes flutter shut and waits for Ghost to decide what he wants. He hasn't felt so relaxed in a long, long time, and he'll be damned if he won't enjoy it for as long as he can manage.

Johnny’s scooped up a moment later, his back tucked to Ghost’s front and his head beneath Ghost’s chin.

Again, he’s reminded of the sheer size of his Lieutenant. Ghost’s legs tuck up behind Johnny’s, essentially giving him a chair to sit on even though they’re horizontal. His arms are long enough that his right hand easily rests on Johnny’s left side when he’s wrapped in them, his left arm coming up to hold Johnny's shoulder back to his chest and giving him no wiggle room at all. 

“I’m guessin’ you’re not kickin’ me out?” Johnny mumbles, already halfway asleep.

“Shut up,” Ghost grumbles back, throwing a leg over Johnny’s and nearly laying on top of him. He can’t hold back a snort at that, sinks back into Ghost with a hum when he gets a little squeeze around the middle in response.

#im not meant for normal vanilla sex #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #hehe #bo writes #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john mactavish x simon riley #soap mactavish x ghost riley #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 13 #ghoap smut #ghostsoap smut #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #ghoap #kinktober

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 13: Multiple kinks, listed in warnings

Fic: Chris Evans

Warnings ⚠️: SMUT!! 18+, Slight Size Kink if u squint, Slight lingerie kink, NOT PROOF READ!! NOT EDITED!! Sorry if it's really bad, I wrote this at 2am cause I couldn't sleep

W.C: 834

It was a gloomy, rainy evening. The only thing I was looking forward to tonight was seeing my husband. Obviously, as an actor he gets called in at random times during the week, but we were both a bit upset when he got called in this morning. Chris had planned to take me out for dinner tonight as it was our anniversary.

Then my phone started ringing and my ringtone went off as 'Mine' by Taylor Swift. I smiled a little as I realised who had called me. I thought it was quite cute, setting my ringtone as that very song, as it was the only one I knew that described mine and Chris' relationship almost perfectly. I picked up the phone and was greeted by a deep bostonian accent. "Hey babe. How are you?"

"Hi Chrissy" I replied "I'm good, how's work?"

"I was just calling cause, my set just finished and they promised not to call me in until next wednesday. So are we still cool for dinner?" Chris questioned as I fiddled with my nails nervously.

"Yeah totally. What time will you be home?" I asked as I walked over to the calendar to check our reservation time.

"Definitely not before 6. I'll be stuck in traffic for a while." "Shit, What time is our reservation?" He asked suddenly.

"It's at 5:30 so we'll have to cancel." I declared, feeling guilty. "Could you call them up please."

"Yep, I'll do it right after this call." I answered, "Thanks baby. I'll see you soon, love you." Said Chris,

"Love you too, be safe on the road."

I replied before I hung up.

After calling up the restaurant to cancel our reservation, I figured Chris would be home soon. So I put on his favourite one of my lingerie, and set the bedding so it would be ready by the time he arrived home.

About an hour later, I heard the front door open, and in walked my husband. I frowned as I realised just how tall Chris' 6ft frame was compared to to my tiny 5.2 feet.

"Hi love!" I exclaimed as I walked up to kiss him. I heard a gasp exit his mouth as he turned around to see me in such intimate clothing. "Hi baby" "You look amazing!" He marveled as he returned my kiss. "Thanks, I was thinking. Since we couldn't go out for dinner, we could maybe celebrate at home. In bed. No clothes." I asked nervously. Earning a little laugh from Chris, and replying with "Sure, Why not. We haven't had time to 'hang out' in a while"

With that confirmation of yes, I ran upstairs to our bedroom, hearing Chris' footsteps following shortly behind. Once again the realisation hit, Chris was huge compared to me. However, I kinda liked the size difference. It was basically a turn on for me. I climbed onto the bed as he entered the bedroom, shirt already discarded. His tattoo's making me go feral, I pulled him onto the bed, having Chris towering over me.

"I love this lingerie, you look so sexy in it." Stated Chris as he started pressing soft kisses on my neck,

"I know Baby, that's why I wore it. But I'd love it better if you would take it off me" I smirked. Feeling Chris pause, I tugged at his belt, urging him to continue. With a small laugh, He continued kissing me while removing his belt and pants. "May I?" He asked as he started playing with my shoulder straps. With a nod of consent, he started undoing the straps, finally discarding the piece of clothing.

My soft, eager moans filled the room as Chris started kissing his way down to my breasts. Finally taking one of my nipples in his mouth. "Fuck" I moaned over and over again as he rolled his tongue around the sensitive areas.

"Feel good baby?" He questioned as he moved down, to align his cock to my entrance. I could only moan in response, feeling too overwhelmed to put together a sentence.

"Ready" Chris asked as he inserted his tip, through my folds. "Go for it baby" I replied, sounding way too desperate.

Chris' huge figure towered over me as he thrusted into me. I couldn't keep myself from crying out his name in pleasure. He went faster and faster, bringing his thumb to start rubbing my clit. An electric feeling ran through my body as I felt myself coming closer to my orgasmn. Chris' fingers working wonders. His thrusts became slower and lazy, "Come on baby, when you're ready, Cum for me" He whispered in my ear as he continued moving his hips. "Fuck! Chris!" I moaned as I came undone under his work. Him following seconds later, squirting hot cum inside me.

Not long after our 'hang out' time, Chris brought dinner to our bedroom. We ended up ordering take out, since we knew we would get to doing more 'hanging out' later tonight.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

This was supposed to be a Drabble but I got carried away lol

#marvel fanfiction #chris evans moodboard #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #christopher robert evans #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #mcu #marvel fic #marvel cast #captain america #captain #americas ass #kinktober day 13 #writing challenge

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 13: Double Penetration(Come and Get Your Love)

warnings/kink: smut, mentions of drinking, kissing, cunnilingus, creampies, threesome, double penetration, swearing. pairings: Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader x Yamato word count: 1.4k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

When you joined the ANBU as a teenager, you never thought you’d forge such strong relationships. Tenzo quickly became your confidante, though he was a little more shy. He was someone you knew you could rely on no matter what. But it was your captain that really took you under his wing. Kakashi may have been cold sometimes, but with you he showed much compassion. As the years went on, the three of you only grew closer. Well into adulthood, the three of you still see each other a lot. You all make it a point to have some drinks together.

That’s why when the three of you got to your place after some drinks at the bar, none of you were super surprised when you began making out with each other. It was a bit of a drunken, sloppy mess. But you just couldn’t get enough of these two. It would seem that they feel exactly the same. You settle on Yamato’s lap, grinding against him.

“Fuck,” Kakashi says as he admires you both. “So beautiful.”

Yamato shudders softly, “She’s so fucking gorgeous, senpai.”

The usage of this title makes Kakashi’s cock rock hard in his pants. His two subordinates are here making out in front of him, and he can’t help but be so aroused. He begins palming at himself, growing more turned on as the seconds pass.

You can’t help but moan as Yamato’s hands soothe up and down your sides, only to settle right on your tits. He squeezes them tentatively, making sure this is all still okay for you. Yamato is so gentle and soft, and you know he’s always been this way with you. Soon, you find yourself removing your tight little dress and you’re left in only your bra and panties.

Kakashi moves up closer behind you, “You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this one, sweetheart.”

Yamato chuckles, “He’s right.”

You swallow hard as you feel Kakashi’s lips on your neck. The two of them begin to stimulate you. Yamato kisses your lips roughly, making you gasp. Kakashi begins playing with your tits now; pulling and pinching your hardened nipples. Yamato’s tongue slides into your mouth, feeling like velvet against your own. You let your eyes flutter shut as you quickly become a slave to this pleasure.

“I think we should both take her,” Kakashi finally says.

“Of course, senpai. I think we’ve both waited long enough for her.”

Kakashi gathers you up into his arms, leaving Yamato on the couch. He brings you into your bedroom, and you can see Yamato enter the room from your position on the bed. With a few swift movements, Kakashi has you completely undressed. He grunts as he looks at your beautiful body. Both of them had seen you wearing skimpy outfits before, but neither of them had ever seen you fully nude.

“Senpai,” Yamato says a little breathlessly. “She is so beautiful.”

“I know, Tenzo.” Kakashi groans. The resurgence of Yamato’s old codename makes you quiver. It’s been a while since you’ve heard it.

Both men approach each other, and you watch as Kakashi kisses Yamato. They begin to undress each other, moaning as the other caresses a body part. You watch with your mouth practically watering. Once they undress completely, you get the chance to admire the two of them. Yamato is certainly more beefy, which makes his cock thicker than Kakashi’s. Kakashi is leaner, but he is still the epitome of beauty. His cock, with its sizable girth, is very long. Longer than you’ve ever had.

“Heh, look how cute she is like this,” Kakashi teases, and your cheeks burn at being caught checking them out.

Yamato chuckles, “she really is adorable.”

They climb onto the bed, and Kakashi spreads your thighs. Yamato settles next to him, and they both settle on their stomachs. You’re so aroused as you watch them make out at first, and you can feel them getting closer to your pussy. It quivers the moment their tongues dance across the sensitive and soaked skin. All three of you begin moaning, and you swear you can see stars in your vision.

“Sweetest little pussy,” Kakashi grunts. Yamato answers with a whine and you know he shares the same sentiments.

Yamato whines again, “She is so good.”

You let your hands reach down and your fingers tangle in their hair. Everything about this is so sweet and sensual. A deep tightening in your stomach makes you aware of the building orgasm. It’s going to wreck you, you know this. But you also know they are far from finished with you. A few more swipes of their tongues on your clit, and you begin panting as the pleasure builds and builds until you fall off the edge. A cry of love erupts from you, and your thighs begin shuddering and shaking. Yamato and Kakashi grunt as your juices soak the bottom half of their faces. They only pull away when you’re gently pushing them away.

“I think she is ready now,”Kakashi finally says. He lays down on the bed and quickly maneuvers you on top of him.

He begins grinding against you, giving you the chance to feel his impressive erection. You moan as it slips between your folds. It’s so long and quite thick. Then he guides the head to your little hole, and he pushes in slowly. An animalistic growl rumbles through him as he finally bottoms out. You’re tighter and warmer than he anticipated.

“She’s so perfect, Tenzo.” Kakashi moans.

Yamato strokes his cock as he watches your former ANBU captain fuck you, “I want some too, senpai.”

Kakashi chuckles breathily, “You’ll get some too,”

You whine as his cock almost splits you in two. You’re glad you got to cum first, otherwise you’d never be able to take all of this. Yamato settles behind you and he begins rubbing your clit as Kakashi begins fucking you at a fast and deep pace. Moans and whimpers fall from your lips as your little walls flutter wildly around the cock deep inside of you.

Another cry is pulled from your lips as Yamato’s fingers slip into you as well as Kakashi’s cock. He grunts something sexual under his breath, but with your mind so clouded with lust, you barely can make out what it is. He begins pumping in time with Kakashi’s thrusts. And when he pulls those fingers from you so roughly, you gasp in shock. You barely have time to react before you feel his cock pushing at your hole, wanting to bully its way inside just like Kakashi’s cock. Soon it does, and you’re left feeling the most divine pleasure mixing with some slight pain.

“Oh fuck,” Yamato grunts. “Senpai, it feels so good.”

Kakashi chuckles, “And you, princess? Do you think it feels good?”

You nod your head eagerly, “Feels really fucking good, senpai.”

He laughs and makes a comment about you always having such a filthy mouth. He pulls you in a kiss, almost in an effort to hush you. He is so in love right now, with the both of you. To Kakashi, this is purely heaven. Two of some of the most important people in his life are here with him, sharing something so romantic and so precious. It’s the most intimate moment in his life, and Kakashi feels tears sting his eyes. He continues to kiss you as he and Yamato thrust deeply into you.

You feel your walls beginning to clench around the both of them, and they are panting right along with you. Yamato mumbles something against your neck, and you can just barely make out something about him being so close. Kakashi moans louder, and you can feel yourself getting so close to the edge. He coaxes you with sweet words to let go and soon Yamato is joining in.

The three of you move together, but your body tenses as the waves of pleasure wash over you. The clenching and squeezing from your tight walls proves too much for Yamato. He’s the second to let go, moaning loudly as he paints your insides white. Kakashi follows soon after, grunting at how beautiful you both are. You all grind against one another in an attempt to prolong the sensations. 

Eventually you all come down from the high, and you settle against one another. Kakashi can’t even explain this happiness surging through him. He finally has you both right where you belong.

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[dddomenstarstwst1]

Day 13: Size kink — Floyd Leech

Warnings: sub!Floyd, dom!gn!reader, amab!reader, tall!reader, rimming, mirror sex, belly bulge, reader has a big dick

a/n: a character is aged-up and depicted as 18+ y/o

Floyd could see your head in between his legs, your hands placed on his thighs, spreading them wide open. He felt exposed, his dick twitched every time you swirled your tongue around his rim. Whenever the eel tried to look down at you, he met his own reflection in the mirror.

Floyd couldn't keep his voice in, pathetic moans spilled from his wide open mouth. With the way you worked him open, Leech could definitely come just from rimming, but that wasn't what you wanted.

"Now you're ready for the main act," you help Floyd up on his knees, before taking a place behind him. He instinctively leans back on you, closing his eyes. "Uh-uh, eyes up, baby. Gonna look at yourself, while I fuck you stupid."

Floyd bites his bottom lip, when he feels you entering his hole. He arches his back, struggling to keeps his gaze on the reflection. You start moving slowly, letting him adjust to your size. No matter how many times you had sex, Floyd can't get used to how big you are.

Even in height it is impressive how you're towering over the Leech twins, scaring everyone around you. But not Floyd, your height is exactly what picked his interest at first, later he got to know you better, but you still awakened his size kink.

"Look," you bring one of his hands down to his stomach, a visible bulge forms everytime you move. That seemed to put Floyd in a deep subspace, his heterochromic eyes fixated on the movements in his belly. He started blabbering incoherent words and swaying his hips back to meet yours.

"Big! S'big!" You kept pounding against his prostate, gripping his waist. He was convulsing, face contoured in ecstasy.

"Heh, didn't know you had such big size kink! Guess, I'll have so much fun playing with you, then."

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[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Thirteen: Menophilia - Jeongin/Jisung

Tags: vampire!Jeongin, fem!Jeongin, fem!Jisung, blood, blood consumption, period sex, cunnilingus

AO3 Link

Jeongin could smell it as soon as she walked into the apartment. She had just finished a long shift at the vampire centric club she worked at and nothing could have been better to come home to. The air was filled with a heady sweet aroma and it clung to her lungs like sticky syrup and coated her tongue like the stain of the blue candy Jisu always liked to eat. Jeongin’s gums burned where her fangs were already making their way out, pushing into her bottom lip. Insistent. They almost knew what she was smelling before she even did. 

Blood. 

Her mouth was watering and her eyes burned. She knew they must have been read by now. So strong and so enticing was the scent that it pulled her forward like a rope she had no control over. Perhaps she should have been concerned about why the smell of blood was so strong, but she was already too deep into craving it to even question. The scent drew her to the bedroom she shared with Jisu, and had shared with her since they moved in together a few months before. It only got stronger as she approached the room, the sweetness mixing with the warm, autumn spice scent that was distinctly Jisu. She was almost drooling by the time she opened the door. 

Jisu was sitting on their queen bed, a loose, light blue t-shirt hanging off her frame and soft sleep shorts that rode up high on her thighs. She was watching some anime on the TV and had a heating pad sitting on her lower stomach. The bedside table had a pile of her favorite chocolates and junk food, and suddenly it all made sense. The blood. Jisu was on her period. 

Jisu looked up and away from the TV when Jeongin took a step into the bedroom and her face lit up with that beautiful heart-shaped smile Jeongin loved so much. She felt a brief moment of clarity where butterflies filled her stomach at just the sight of her pretty Jisu. But then Jisu shifted and the smell of blood was back and Jeongin’s mouth watered. 

“Jeongin-ah, you’re back!” Jisu said. She patted the bed. “Come here, I want cuddles.” 

The rope pulled tighter and Jeongin stumbled forward and climbed onto the bed, crawling between Jisu’s thighs. “Unnie,��� she mumbled, inhaling deep as she pressed her nose to her neck. “You smell so good.” 

She felt Jisu shudder underneath her and her thighs spread a little more. Jeongin groaned and grazed her fangs against her neck. “ Ah , Jeongin–” Jisu started, a hand going to hold Jeongin’s waist. “What–”  

“You’re on your period,” Jeongin stated simply, her tongue coming out to lick over the pulse point in Jisu’s neck. She wouldn’t bite her, not without permission, but she needed something, just a taste, just a hint. 

“Oh,” Jisu breathed, her grip on Jeongin tightening. “You can–if you want. It’s heavier right now so–”

Jeongin pulled back and Jisu’s cheeks were flushed, clearly a little shy. Jeongin wanted to eat her up. And not just because she was a vampire. “I can taste you?” she asked, resting her hands on Jisu’s hips. Her fingertips skirted underneath the hem of her shirt and brushed her skin right above the waistband of her shorts. Jisu licked her lips and nodded. 

“Yeah, you can,” she whispered. 

Jeongin’s throat burned and her gums throbbed when her brain registered that she would actually be getting a taste of Jisu’s blood. It was a rare occasion that Jeongin ever drank from her because she was too afraid she would lose control and hurt her, but this didn’t require any biting. Jisu was already bleeding for her. 

She dipped her hands into the waistband of Jisu’s shorts and reached around to squeeze her ass through her underwear. “Up, please. Need to take these off,” she said, and Jisu nodded dumbly, obediently lifting her hips so that Jeongin could pull them off. Her pupils were already blown and her lips parted. Jeongin loved how easy it was to get her riled up, to make her dumb on arousal before she had even touched her at all. “Good, unnie,” Jeongin praised, flashing Jisu a grin that displayed her fangs. They were already elongated and would probably scratch her up a bit, but they both knew Jisu enjoyed a little pain. 

Jeongin tugged her shorts down Jisu’s legs then tossed them to the side. She licked her lips hungrily as her eyes scanned over her soft, milky thighs. She wanted to sink her teeth into them. It would be so easy with how soft the flesh was. Jisu was soft all over, it would be like sinking her teeth into ripe fruit. But she would resist. Her meal was already prepared for her. 

“Jeongin-ahh,” Jisu whined, squirming a little under her gaze. Jeongin’s eyes flashed and she tilted her head, her smile growing wider. 

“What, unnie?” she asked teasingly. 

“You’re staring,” Jisu mumbled, glancing off to the side. Jeongin chuckled softly and ran her tongue over her teeth and placed her hands on Jisu’s thighs. She ran them up, delivering a couple squeezes along the way. 

“Sorry.” She wasn’t sorry at all. “You just look so pretty. And delicious. I wanna eat you up.” 

Jisu let out a shuddering breath and spread her legs more. “Please,” she whispered. Arousal sparked in Jeongin’s stomach and she felt wetness between her thighs as her core practically throbbed. 

“You don’t even have to ask. Want you so bad, unnie,” Jeongin said, licking her lips. She grabbed Jisung’s panties and tugged them down her thighs as well. She was wearing a pad instead of a tampon, which meant as soon as the panties were gone, the sweet smell of her blood became so intense that Jeongin’s eyes almost rolled back. She felt drunk on it almost immediately and she groaned. She laid down between Jisu’s thighs and nuzzled her face against her thigh and scraped her teeth along the sensitive skin. “Fuck, you smell so good,” she gasped. Her eyes were practically glowing red. 

“See if I taste better. Wan’ you to taste me,” Jisu said, desperation seeping into her voice. 

Jeongin didn’t even respond. In less than a second, she had turned from Jisu’s thigh to flatten her tongue over her folds. She moaned as she ran her tongue up through the blood coating her cunt. Jisu gasped above her and she grinned, an almost crazed look in her eyes as she began licking over her folds with vigor. “So good,” she groaned. The taste of iron mixed with sweet cinnamon and sugar coated her tongue and she drank it down like it was alcohol. She flicked her tongue over Jisu’s clit just to feel her thighs squeeze around her head, to hear her whimper her name pathetically. Then she turned her attention to her hole and thrusted her tongue inside. Her fangs grazed against her folds, but not enough to cut. Yet. Jisu’s legs kicked and she mewled. She tangled one of her hands in Jeongin’s long hair and grabbed it hard. Jeongin barely registered any pain, she was too focused on the intoxicating taste of Jisu’s blood (she was quite resistant to pain anyway as a vampire but that was irrelevant). 

“Jeongin, Jeongin, Innie, please ,” she whimpered, not even begging for anything in particular. Jeongin didn’t respond, too focused on thrusting her tongue deeper and collecting more blood on her tongue. Jisu always bled heavily on the first day of her period and Jeongin was in heaven . Jisu clenched around her tongue and more blood gushed from her pussy onto Jeongin’s tongue. Jeongin moaned as she swallowed it down and warmth spread through her body as the blood ran down her throat. 

“You have the sweetest blood, unnie,” Jeongin drawled, looking up at Jisu from between her thighs. Her lips were stained red with her blood and there was a small drop running down her chin. To anyone else, she would look terrifying. But not to Jisu. 

“F-fuck,” Jisu hiccuped as Jeongin dove back in. Each lap of her tongue elicited sweet moans out of Jisu and through her haze, Jeongin could feel the arousal pulse between her legs. Jisu’s thighs closed around her head as she licked over her clit again with a groan, the sound vibrating against the sensitive nerves.

 “I’m gonna–I’m close,” Jisu panted, and Jeongin could tell from how much she was shaking. Her Jisu was so cute. 

“Mmm,” Jeongin hummed against her, her tongue moving languidly over her folds. “Can come whenever, Jisu. Wanna keep tasting you though,” she said, a hint of a whine in her voice. She’d never felt warmer than she did now, a buzz running through her whole body. She really was intoxicated, and like an addict, she just needed more. 

Suddenly, she lifted her head and stopped eating Jisu out, which prompted a needy whine from her. “Why’d you stop ,” she whimpered. Jeongin licked her bloodied lips. She watched in awe as Jisu’s pussy clenched around nothing, begging to be filled by her again. A small drop of blood leaked out and Jeongin’s breath hitched. 

She didn’t say anything before taking two fingers and pushing them into her. Jisu gasped and her eyes went wide at the same time her body went rigid, but as Jeongin began to move her fingers, she relaxed. Jeongin loved every reaction Jisu had and it made the pulsing heat in her cunt so much harder to ignore. But she had things to do first. She needed to watch Jisu come and then get to taste the blood that would be on her fingers when she pulled them out. 

“Is it good, unnie?” Jeongin asked sweetly as she curled her fingers, watching with delight as Jisu shuddered and arched her back. 

“S-so good, shit , Innie,” she mewled. Her hips jerked when Jeongin went down again and began to licked over her clit with the tip of her tongue. She timed each flick of her with her thrusts and Jisu let out little ah, ah, ahs in response to each movement. 

Jeongin felt dizzy with her scent still permeating the air and she felt her gums burning again, aching to taste the blood she knew would be on her fingers. But she held herself back and focused instead on making Jisu feel good. Her whole body quivered as Jeongin touched her and her moans and whines became more frequent, bordering on incessant. The only pauses between them were her little gasps. 

“Hmmgg ah –I-Innie I’m gonna–” She choked on a moan as Jeongin sucked on her clit and she grabbed her hair again. “‘M c-coming nghh!” A high pitched moan spilled from her mouth as she spasmed, Jeongin continuing to fuck her fingers in and out of her as she did so. Jisu clenched tightly around Jeongin’s fingers and Jeongin grinned. She scraped her teeth along her inner thigh as she came, this time breaking the skin a little. Jisu shook again as she gasped, thighs tensing. 

“So pretty, unnie,” Jeongin mumbled, licking over the small scratch she had created with her teeth. She looked up at Jisu through her lashes and smiled. “Always make the prettiest sounds when you come.” 

Jisu whined and averted her gaze. “ Jeongin. ”

“What?” Jeongin continued to smile at her and planted a kiss on her thigh. Still maintaining eye contact, she slipped her fingers out of her and held them up. They were sticky with her blood and a drop from them ran down the back of her hand. Jeongin’s gaze turned hungry again and she licked up her hand, collecting the drop that ran down on her tongue. Jisu made an expression between cringe and arousal that had Jeongin giggling. 

“Can’t let any go to waste,” she said with a shrug. She popped her fingers into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them. Jisu watched her, her round eyes wide as Jeongin sucked the blood off her fingers. Her whole body tingled as she swallowed down the last drops and when she took them out, they were clean. 

Jisu barely gave her a second before she leaned forward and pulled Jeongin in for a kiss, uncaring that Jeongin had just had her blood in her mouth. Jeongin swallowed down the little whimpers she made as she licked into her mouth. They only pulled away after a moment to breathe, and if Jeongin had a beating heart, it would have stopped at the stars in Jisu’s eyes. 

“Wow,” Jisu breathed, letting out a shaky sigh. “That was good,” she said, giving Jeongin a smile. “I don’t even have cramps anymore.” 

“Good,” Jeongin said, giving Jisu’s cheek a kiss. “Maybe I’ll be able to keep them away the whole week.” She smirked and watched with glee as Jisu’s whole face went red. She would never get over how pretty she looked when she blushed. 

“Um yeah, I think–I think I’d like that.” 

Jeongin hummed, leaning down to kiss her neck. She sucked on the sensitive skin, very aware of the way her teeth dug into it. She felt Jisu shiver against her. “Perfect,” she said, pressing another kiss over the mark she’d left. “I was running a little low on blood bags anyway.” 

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 13 #menophilia #blood #period smut #wlw #wlw smut #fem!jeongin #fem!jisung #vampire!jeongin #vampire!au #vampires #smut #jeongin smut #jisung smut #skz smut #skz fic #skz fanfic #fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids smut #jeongsung #han jisung smut

[holylulusworld]

Bearded Beast - Kinktober 13

Summary: A sex tape. Andy Barber. And you.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Beard fetish 😈

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, coercion, extortion, sex tapes, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Andy, hand around throat, rough sex, creampie, doggy style, I’ll label this one dub-con, beard kink, degrading kink, dom/sub underlines, dirty talk, praising, choking (a hint, arm and hand)

A/N: Please read the warnings for this story. It contains scenes of dub-con.

Words: 1,9 k

Kinktober 2022

You thought he was a nice guy. You thought he was the domestic dream. You thought he’ll treat a woman right.

You were wrong. 

While you lie next to him, covered in his cum and bruises again, you think about how you ended up in the bearded beast’s clutches.

It’s a short but intense story…

“Morning, Professor Barber,” you give your new colleagues a soft smile. 

He’s new to town, freshly divorced, and a loner. That’s why you made it your mission to help him settle in. You already helped him chose wallpapers for his house and baked a pie for him.

“How was your weekend?”

“You know…boring…lonely,” he sheepishly replies. Andy is always a little shy when you are around, and it makes you wonder if you are too pushy. “I finished the kitchen. Maybe I can take you up on that promise and you cook for me one day.”

“I’d like that, Andy.”

You watch Andy run his hand over his beard, humming as you try not to stare. He can never know you have a weakness for bearded men.

Especially when they look like Andy…

“No horny thoughts, Y/N”, you think to yourself as you watch Andy talk to one of your colleagues. She touches his bicep, making you square your jaw. “Stop staring at your colleague. He’s not on the menu. Even if his beard is to die for, you barely know the man.”

You decide the moment Andy starts shamelessly flirting with Sarah Ann, that he’s not the man he thought he is. Your bad that you believed he’s into you.

In the coming weeks, you will keep your distance and stop pretending something is going on between you and Andy.

A few weeks later you feel Andy’s eyes on you. He always seems to be around and tries to talk to you.

“Morning, Y/N. How was your weekend?”

“Always the same,” you lick your lips. It’s been a while since you talked to Andy. He was busy flirting with every female colleague at the college you are working at. “I guess yours was a little more exciting.”

Andy furrows his brows at your angry tone. “Exciting?”

“I heard you made plans with Sarah Ann or was it, Allison? No, it was Chantal,” you quip. You’re angry at yourself for falling for a man not being interested in you. “If you would excuse me now. I got to check on my appointments.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong with you lately,” Andy acts as if you didn’t just tell him what’s wrong. “Wait. Don’t run away from me.”

He grabs your arm and stops you from running off. “You won’t turn your back on me when I’m talking. Got it?” you end up pressed against the wall in the hallways leading toward your office. “I asked you a question!”

“I got it.”

You breathlessly reply. Something in Andy’s eyes tells you to not talk back right now. His hands grip your upper arms to hold you against the wall.

“You promised to cook for me and then, you made yourself scarce. I don’t like people making promises they don’t keep.”

“I thought you are busy with all the other women roaming your house,” he smirks as you look up at him with wide eyes. “You don’t need me.”

“I decide what I need, kitten,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “After work, you’ll come to my office. I want to show you something.”

“I-no,” you try.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” his voice a little rougher he purrs in your ear. “Answer me!”

“No. I-I’ll be there.”

“Good girl…”

“Andy, I don’t like this one bit. What you did this morning was a no-go. I won’t let you treat me like that ever again. I thought we are on good terms or can become friends. But now I know, you are a little too aggressive for me.”

“Y/N, I will tell you this only once,” he steps closer to cup the back of your neck. “I had some fun, that’s true.” 

Andy smirks darkly as you lick your lips and you stare at his beard again.

“But, I know having my way with you will be so much more fun,” he dips his head to whisper the next part. “I know you imagined being with me.”

“That’s in the past,” you try to sound strong. Seeing Andy with other women hurt. You won’t let him pretend you are someone special only to treat you like trash too.

“I was afraid you would tell me so.”

He steps away, and you sigh in relief. “Good. If you would excuse me now.”

You want to leave, but Andy is fast to lock the door.

“You won’t leave. I said I was afraid you would tell me no so…” he grins while unlocking his phone. “I made sure you won’t.”

“What do you mean?” you wonder aloud as he pushes his phone into your hands. “I don’t understand.”

“Have a look at the video.”

“Video?” you swallow thickly as he presses start for you. “See, I got a nice friend helping me find shit on the world wide web.”

You would chuckle at his dad word for the internet, but you are too busy staring at the video in shock.

“No…that’s impossible. He said he deleted it.”

“The world wide web never forgets, kitten.”

Andy’s eyes drop to your chest. “I wonder how you will look when I fill you with something bigger than the pitiful stick that guy calls his cock.”

“Why are you showing me this?” you ask, already knowing the answer. “Andy?”

“I wanted to ask you out, but,” he chuckles darkly, “this would take time and a lot of convincing. You would want flowers and compliments. I only want to know how you feel around me.”

“What do you want? A one-night stand.”

“Oh, kitten,” he’s on you again to run his hands all over your body. His lips and teeth nip at your neck as you try to fight your body, “I don’t want a quickie and to never see you again. You will become my toy. Whenever I want to fuck you, you’ll only ask how and where.”

“What?”

“If you don’t become mine, the video will get released on the college server. Every student and all of our colleagues will see what a naughty little slut you are.”

“He was my boyfriend and…”

“Look again,” he steps away to allow you to watch the video again. “You should take your time and look at his face.”

“What? The dean? I never had sex with the dean. That’s not…no…”

“You see, my friend can manipulate videos, photos, and websites,” Andy laughs as you throw his phone against the wall. “This won’t delete the video, kitten.”

“Why did you do it?”

“I wanted to make sure you are going to be my good girl.”

You stare at him, eyes glued to his thick beard. He cannot know that his beard turns you on, or that you give shit that he tries to extort you. 

All you ever wanted was to be someone’s little sex toy. You yearn for a man degrading and using you in the bedroom and taking care of you afterward. 

Sadly, none of your former boyfriends satisfied your cravings.

“Andy-“ you squeak when he grabs your arm to bring you close to his chest. He looks down at you, smirking darkly. 

“You are going to play by my rules now,” he twirls you around to bend you over his desk, knocking his laptop over on his way. 

You shriek, but don’t fight Andy when he shoves your skirt up to reveal your soaked panties to him. “Andy.”

“Fuck, you are a little slut, aren’t you? I bet you whored your way around the college for years. Did you spread your legs for everyone here to get your fill?” 

He’s calling you slut, whore, and worse as he fumbles with your panties. “Lay still or I’ll cut you,” Andy warns as he uses the scissor on his desk to cut a hole in your panties. “That’s much better. A hole to use only for me.”

“Andy.”

The next moments are haze. You can hear his zipper come down and end up in his arms. One large hand wraps around your throat as he rubs his cock over your clit. “Be good.”

You close your eyes and let Andy bend your body to his will. His arm wraps around your throat as he lines himself up, thrusting hard to fill you in one go.

He immediately covers your mouth with his free hand to make sure no one can hear you squeak and moan. “Fuck, you’re still so tight for a slut. I bet I can ruin this cunt once and for all.”

“Hmph…” you don’t get to talk back. Not with Andy starting to slide in and out at you. He doesn’t go slow or let you adjust to his thick cock. He immediately lays claim to your pussy and makes it his home.

“You’re so sweet and soft, huh?” he rubs his cheek against yours, scratching your soft skin with his beard. “I bet you love cooking for your man and making sure he feels good. You’re such a good girl.”

His words a soft, almost loving. A stark contrast to the way he fucks you from behind.

His length pumps into you at a pace taking your breath away.

“Fucking take it.”

You struggle to breathe right as he gets even faster. He rams into you, all the while groaning in your ear. “Take me. Be good. Cum for me.”

All you can do is take every harsh thrust and cream all over his cock. “A-ndy.”

“That’s right, whore. Say my name while you cum on my cock.”

“Andy!”

“Louder. I want everyone to hear what a slut you are for my dick,” he pants heavily in your ear. His groans get louder as his warmth finally fills you. “Oh, baby kitten, this was just the beginning of a wonderful relationship.”

“Don’t move. I want you to relax, baby,” Andy is all over you to check on you. “I wasn’t too harsh, right? Was it good? Uh-was it all you ever wanted.”

“Andy, baby,” you laugh as he shifts from one foot to the other. “You were perfect. I know it was much to ask for to get out of your comfort zone. My kinks are not for everyone.”

“Uh-I loved it. The sex was so intense, and you came so hard,” he sits on the bed to run his hand over your hair. “If you want to, we can do more roleplaying. I could be your boss and you, my overworked assistant, going down on me for a raise.”

“Damn, Mr. Barber,” you smirk. “You thought about this a lot. Didn’t you?”

“Since you openly talked about your kinks…every day. I did research and look,” he points at the notebook on the bed. “I took some notes and have a few ideas. What do you think about breeding benches?”

“OH BABY!” you jump at Andy to push him down on the bed. “I guess you will walk funny tomorrow, Andy.”

“I’m all yours, Mrs. Barber…” 

Tags in reblog.

#andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber smut #smut #tw: dubcon #andy barber x reader #andy barber x fem!reader #andy barber x you #defending jacob fanfiction #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 13 #Bearded Beast

[lilac-hecox]

Title: Perks

Pairing: Ian/Anthony - Ianthony

Summary:

Ian supposed there were perks to having a werewolf boyfriend. He just thinks the one perk no one would immediately think of first would be the sheer size difference between himself and Anthony when he’s in his wolfed-out form.

Rating: Spicy

Warnings: Size-difference, werewolf, come inflation, belly bulge

Written for Kinktober Day 13: Size-difference

Props to Anon who asked me for more supernatural being ianthony!

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#ianthony #smoshships #polysmosh #kinktober day 13 #kinktober 2023 #size difference #werewolf #werewolf/human #smosh fic #werewolf!Anthony #come inflation #height difference #belly bulge #my fic #my writing #my fics #ao3 #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer

[otakusheep15]

Kinktober Day 13: DP (two holes) feat. Diavolo + Lucifer

The generator wheel really knew what it was doing with this one lol. 

Content includes: double penetration, afab reader (gender neutral pronouns, no chest mentioned, reader has a vag), bottom reader/top Diavolo + Lucifer (no dom/sub mentioned)

Diavolo is the one to bring this up

I imagine he’s probably involved with at least one of y’all, otherwise he’d probably be more hesitant 

He’d definitely bring it up with whichever of y’all is his partner before going to the other

For the sake of this scenario, let’s imagine he’s currently with Lucifer

So Diavolo goes to Lucifer with the intention of adding you into their relationship

He doesn’t really seem like the type to ask this sort of thing unless he knew Lucifer was also interested

Which means Lucifer was probably also thinking about you joining them 

Once the two come to an agreement, they decide to go ask you about it

Highkey way too formal with you and treating it like a whole-ass business meeting instead of a threesome offer 

Naturally, you say yes, because who wouldn’t say yes to them? 

Because all three of y’all are usually very busy, this has to be a scheduled event, and y’all will basically have to clear out the whole day 

The day comes, and you head to the castle to meet up with them

You walk into the room, and the two of them were (very obviously) waiting for your arrival 

As expected, Diavolo is much more openly eager when you show up, and Lucifer is much calmer

The two of them want to get started as soon as you settle in since they want to have as much time with you as possible

Lots and lots of foreplay with the both of them

If there’s one thing they have in common, it’s that they’re both major teases, so they will spend forever just riling you up

Running their hands along your body, sucking hickies into your neck, poking and prodding all of your most sensitive areas

They leave you riding on the edge of pleasure, but it’s not quite enough to get you off

There’s also lots of prep they give you to make sure you can take them both 

The position I imagine y’all are in obviously involves you in the middle

Diavolo is laying on his back, you’re pressed chest-to-chest with him, and Lucifer is leaning over you from behind

Lucifer is especially careful with prep since he intends to fuck your ass, and he’d really hate to cause you pain by under-prepping you

Both demons have wildly different preferences for what pace to set, so the first couple of minutes are kinda awkward as y’all adjust

They wait for you to adjust to having both of them inside of you, and in the meantime, they try to come up with a pace that works for all of y’all

It’s eventually decided that Lucifer will take the lead since he has more space to move around, and that y’all would start slow so you can adjust 

Lucifer begins fucking you nice and slow, and after a few minutes, Diavolo joins in, starting to speed up the pace a bit

Soon enough, the pace is much rougher and quicker, and it’s taking them everything they have to not go full force like they usually do with each other

Since you’re human, they’re trying to be gentler so as not to hurt you, but it’s getting difficult for them to hold back 

If you give them the okay that they can stop holding back, they are fucking you hard

Once they’re done with you, you will not be able to walk for days

Of course, they’ll dote on you and make sure you’re properly taken care of until you recover

#obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #shall we date obey me #obey me nsft #nsft #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 13

[vampyrewriter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ruby/Sam Winchester Characters: Ruby (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Blood Drinking, Menstruation, Menstrual Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Demon Blood Addict Sam Winchester, Demon Blood, Demon/Human Relationships Series: Part 11 of 0zym4nd14s Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Ruby's vessel still menstruates, but Sam doesn't mind.

#ao3 #archive of our own #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #ruby spn #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 13

[gothfeedergf]

Kinktober day 13: Tentacles

You slowly regain consciousness, feeling disoriented and alarmed. As your vision clears, you become acutely aware of the sensation of something coiled around your arms and legs, holding you firmly in place. The eerie dimness around you reveals that you're in some kind of shadowy chamber. The tentacle-like things glisten in the subdued light, their movements somewhat rhythmic as they gently squeeze and caress your limbs. You struggle against their grip, but they hold you fast.

They continued their unsettling but surprisingly gentle manipulation, rearranging you in a sitting position. As you sat, you couldn't help but feel how smooth and slippery their surfaces felt against your skin.

Your breath quickens as the tentacles venture between your legs, slithering upwards to reach your chest. You gasp as one of the tentacles forcefully pushes itself past your lips, it's slick surface filling your mouth. Your lips wrap around it instinctively, its pulsing rhythm now even more prominent.

A cold, creamy liquid oozed into your mouth, and it kept coming, relentlessly filling you up as you’re forced to swallow every ounce.

At first, you try to resist, but the tentacles hold you in place, their grip tightening whenever you moved. It continues pumping you full of the liquid, and with each surge, your belly swells further. You can feel the pressure building inside you as you're forced to accommodate more of the sweet, creamy substance.

With a sudden burst, your pants give away, the seams tearing apart, and you look down to find yourself significantly fatter. Your abdomen is now buried beneath layers of soft, jiggling flesh, and you could feel the weight of your plump belly resting on your lap.

The tentacles grew bolder, their relentless groping and squeezing intensifying the heat that coursed through you

At some point, the initial discomfort transformed into a greedy desire, and you begin to suck down on the thick tentacle, savoring every drop of the ice cream-like fluid. Your moans mix with the slurping sounds as you eagerly consume the tentacle's offering.

The combined sensation of your burgeoning hips and thighs, along with your ballooning belly, left you in a state of near-constant arousal.

The transformation wasn't limited to your physique; your thoughts and desires began to shift as well. You feel an insatiable hunger, your inhibitions dissolved, replaces by an overwhelming urge to constantly be pumped full of the mysterious liquid.

#feedist kinktober #ik it's not day 13 anymore im kinda late sorry :(

[jackwolfes]

Kanej // Six of Crows // 361 words // T rated @kinktober2023 Day 13: Orgasm Denial (day swapped) [all kinktober fills]

Kaz Brekker thinks there’s a delightful little novelty in being told no and knowing, beyond any reasonable doubt, that he won’t fight back. 

His entire life has been a series of doors closing in his face, a litany of no, and he’s clawed his way to complete resistance every time. But Inej’s voice caresses the word softly when she says it and leaves no room for brutality, which means Kaz doesn’t want to fight back. 

No. 

Kaz is fully clothed and put together when he asks, voice wry, whether tonight is a night he’ll finally get his release. The number of nights they have left together before she leaves again is a number he can count on one bare hand, but she’s been back for weeks. Kaz hasn’t come once since before she slipped silently in through his bedroom window and kissed him carefully. What he has done, each night since, is bare himself and allow her to guide him towards the edge with her voice alone — but never over. 

He has touched himself for her, given himself over for her, allowed her to watch him debase himself while she steals pleasure for herself. But he hasn’t come. He won’t come until she says she can and if she chooses not to before she leaves again with no real way for him to get an answer out of her until she comes back, well. 

Disobedience is a necessity in his line of work, but doing what he’s told for the woman he’s in love with isn’t something to be trifled with. 

“I’m not spending dinner with Wylan and Jesper tonight,” Inej tells him, voice nonchalant. The night is already dark. She’s shining her knives. 

“I take it I’ll be missing dinner, too,” Kaz replies. Inej’s lip quirks, not quite a smile. Wryly, Kaz asks, “Should I expect your stubborn streak to lapse and finally come?” 

This time, Inej does smile, and when she does it’s real and devastating and something worth burning every damn building in the city for. She looks Kaz straight in the eye and he watches mirth spark behind them, just behind confidence and pleasure and joy. 

“No.”

#my day 13 prompt has run away from me so. day swap. lol #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #soc #six of crows #crooked kingdom #sab netflix #dgb does kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023

[makur0]

Day 13 - Cosplay [mayoi ayase x amab! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. sub! mayoi + dom! reader, begging, bondage, toys, overstimulation, plushophilia, masturbation (me and my friend agree that he is. babygirl.)

word count — 357

“Oh Mayo~ don’t ruin your beautiful costume...”

Your words were proven futile as the said male continued to thrash around against his restraints, broken moans and cries pouring out of him. The little had now sagged against his braid, and tears stained his little bow as cum splattered onto his skirt. But as much as he made a fuss, the machine kept ramming into him without stopping, the slicked-up dildo disappearing into him then sliding out. Metal clamps held onto his nipples through the rough mesh, and a vibrating cockring clung tightly to the base of his weeping erection.

“[name]- it’s good, s’good!” Mayoi wailed out, throwing his head back as his hips jerked with the machine. “But I’don’t think I can take it anymoreee!”

You pouted. “Can’t you just take a little bit more, hun? For me?”

If he was paying attention, he would have noticed that you started to jerk yourself off... with the same plush as he cosplayed. with your fingers guiding the small hands(?) up and down your shaft, you groaned as the soft velvet stimulated you.

Another countless orgasm was wretched out of Mayoi, garbled moans leaving him as his back arched. The cum pathetically spilled out of his slit, gathering at his pelvis. Staring at his twitching tip you groaned, your eyes closing as your pace quickened on your girth. The plush was now getting soaked with your precum as you grew close to your high.

Somehow Mayoi broke his restraints, a quickened breath reaching your ears as he jerked away from the machine and slipped the cockring off, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. “God-”

“Fuck-k~” After hearing a wanton moan come from you, hazy blue eyes turned to you to see come all over his plush, the white liquid decorating the fuzz. But instead of freaking out that it was seemingly ruined, he got... even more turned on.

Imagining himself covered in your semen, being used as just a toy for your pleasure... looking like nothing but a cumdump for you to use.

He was so dirty. But he just couldn’t help himself.

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[ao3-elle1991]

elle1991’s 2023 round-up!

Wow, it’s hard to believe the year is almost over. It’s been an exciting one, so let’s take a look back on what’s happened!

The stats…

In 2023:

I wrote 5 stories

I wrote 144,870 words

14,595 of you read my stories

The fics…

Here are the stories that I wrote in 2023:

Let Me Go (134,185 words) - A sequel to my Black Widow origin story Fearless. Coming to terms with death is difficult, particularly when that death is your own. When Natasha Romanoff sacrificed herself on Vormir to help bring back half the Universe, she did not expect to survive. But whilst her physical body perished, her soul awakened in a place that different cultures have named the Soul World, the Afterlife, or Heaven. This is not the end of her story; it is a new beginning.

Kinktober 2023, Day 3: Hate Sex (3,533 words) - Harry hates Riddle with a passion. He hates his fake smiles. He hates his stupid perfect face. He hates his holier-than-thou, model student, sensible Prefect act. Because it’s all an act, Harry can tell. No one can possibly be such an insufferable goody-two-shoes. And he’s going to prove it. His plan is foolproof: use the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder’s Map to sneak out after curfew and follow the other boy around on his so-called “Prefect patrols”. Riddle is bound to do something suspicious - right? What could possibly go wrong?

Kinktober 2023, Day 13: Size Difference (2,698 words) - It is the 13th of June 1943. Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes ships off in the morning, joining the war in Europe with the rest of the 107th Infantry Regiment. He wants to spend his last night at home making sure his tiny twink boyfriend Steve knows just how much he is loved. Steve wants to give his darling beefcake Bucky the night of his life.

Kinktober 2023, Day 20: Mind Control (3,070 words) - Auror Harry Potter had just entered his home after a long shift at work when he felt it: his instincts screaming that something was wrong, wrong, wrong. He drew his wand, but too late, his assailant already hitting him with a spell that made his thoughts and worries float far away. “Imperio!” Against his will, Harry’s panic melted away like smoke, a sense of calm that was not his own invading his mind and making him drop his wand with a clatter to the floor. “Don’t scream,” said a dark, honeyed voice from behind him. “Walk to the bedroom. And take off your clothes.”

Double The Fun (1,384 words) - “What is THAT?” said Natasha, staring between Maria’s legs. Maria shook her hips from side to side, making the silicone monstrosity strapped to her crotch jiggle and sway. “It’s a dildo,” smirked Maria. “Well, a double dildo, I guess. Double the fun.”

A special message for you…

And last but certainly not least, I cannot talk about 2023 without giving a huge hats-off to you guys, my readers! I love writing and would do it even without an audience, but the fact that there are thousands of you out there who read my fics makes it a million times more rewarding!

THANK YOU for your readership, your loyalty, your kudos, your comments, your love, your excitement and your enthusiasm for my stories. You make writing so much more fun, and knowing that you guys enjoy reading my works and that these stories touch your lives in some small way is such a humbling and wonderful experience.

I look forward to sharing more stories with you next year, and reading your thoughts in the comments section of AO3! And if you’ve been a silent lurker so far… come and say hi! I’m not scary, I promise, and I love to connect with readers ❤

All the best for 2024, folks. See you on the other side!

Lots of love,

elle1991

xxx

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[suzy-queued]

Day 13: Sex Tape

Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings

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[zombieheroine]

Ensnared [Sukuna/Yuuji]

Word count: 3200 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Dub-Con, ambiguous age, nonsexual gore Summary: Yuuji is sacrificed to Sukuna. [Read on Ao3] Kinktober Day 13: Size Difference A/N: This is how I think the canon should end. Fight on, Yuuji!

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It had been a few years since Yuuji had last worn a yukata, and he kept tugging at its skirt as he walked the steps, anxious to keep himself covered. Dark red tori gates framed the stone stairs curving slightly on the side of the hill, like the bloody skeleton of a dragon that had fallen from the sky to die. The air was heavy, almost buzzing with cursed energy, and the night felt darker than ever with cursed spirits lurking in the deep shadows like creatures from the depths. Yuuji realized that the night didn’t just feel darker, but that it really was. There was barely anything left of the metropolis of Tokyo, and for the first time in probably centuries the night reigned supreme in its full natural power.

He reached the final gate that marked the entry to the shrine. Despite his resolve, Yuuji couldn’t quite force himself to pass through it right away, but stopped and tried to swallow down his nerves. His yukata felt sheer and indecent, and despite the cool night he was sweating. The shrine had risen from the ground in one night, a twisted, defiled version of a sacred residence. Red lanterns lit the black stone gardens, the light of their flames dancing on the stones and the deep red stairs up to the altar. Where there should have been koi ponds, there were quiet black pools and streams of blood. Where there should have been flowers, there were horrifying fleshy remains of fallen sorcerers, twisted inside out and around themselves, like they had been flayed open and folded into gory mimicries of lotuses. “So, they have finally decided to give you over,” called a lazy, gleeful rumble of a voice from the central altar of the shrine. Despite himself, Yuuji jumped and was immediately irritated with himself. With the final, angry tug he wrapped his yukata tighter and then balled his hands into fists, summoning his defiance. “Well, yeah, but it’s not like anyone likes this!” he yelled and then took the final step over the threshold. He felt the change in the air immediately, like being folded inside someone’s domain. He wondered if he was, if Sukuna was really that powerful, but wondering about that wasn’t helpful, so Yuuji cast the thought out. He walked across the black stones, spitefully kicking them and breaking their careful arrangements. “You’re still rude as ever, brat,” Sukuna drawled from his place, his voice carrying across the garden. “You should keep to the side of the stairs when you present yourself to me.”

Yuuji kicked the stones and kept his eyes forward, avoiding the terrible human lotuses. Some of them might have still been weakly writhing, but Yuuji couldn’t help them, only let the needless suffering enrage him further. “Why?” he called up the steps of the altar, rolling his eyes. “You’re not a god.”

A cold rush of rage blew through the entire domain like a pulse. “We’ll see about that,” Sukuna replied, his voice dropping even lower, dark with intention.

Yuuji looked up and realized the centre of the shrine wasn’t an altar, but a throne. Wide stairs led to a square platform under a roof that stood on six pillars. The curving eaves and the pillars were so red they were nearly black, wrapped with thick ropes woven of black human hair and carrying strings of talismans of paper and bone. In the middle was a wicked throne made crudely out of bones, but lavishly lined with silk pillows with gold tassels.

Sukuna in the height of his power was a terrifying sight, even Yuuji had to admit that. His incarnation fully realized, his cursed energy was radiating from him like toxic heat from a volcano, and his stature had violently blossomed into the form that was past any human limit.

He was well over two meters tall with four muscular arms, and the folds of his kimono hung loose over his broad chest. The tattoos ran all over his body like black snakes, all the way to his face where everything boyish had vanished and been replaced with the features of a mature man, with four red eyes and a strange aura like a veil of immortality. Something you couldn’t see but what drained all fight out of you, the absolute certainty that you couldn’t win against this monster.

Remembering it had once annoyed him, Yuuji spitefully stared directly up to Sukuna from the foot of the stairs.

Sukuna stared back, expressionless and unblinking, but then chuckled and crossed one pair of hands over his belly. “As sturdy as ever, brat. All before you have bowed their heads to the ground at this point.” He relaxed on his throne, one leg curling under him as he sat back and regarded Yuuji with a smile. “Are you just going to stare or are you going to come up here?” he challenged after a moment. Yuuji felt the impulse to tug at his yukata again but resisted. He didn’t go up the stairs either. He scoffed. “Why should I? You asked me here, and I came. That’s it.” The smile on Sukuna’s face thinned dangerously. His gaze on Yuuji felt vulgar, intrusive like unwanted physical touch, and there was no hiding from it. Sukuna simply tilted his head. “Don’t make me come down to get you, brat,” he said silkily.

That wasn’t a fight Yuuji wanted to pick with him, not yet at least. For a moment longer he petulantly stared back, then with a huff of fury took the first step up the stairs. Sukuna’s smile drew wider still, his hungry eyes drinking in Yuuji as he started to climb.

The climb felt both exhaustingly long and too short. Far too soon Yuuji was getting close to Sukuna, seeing every terrifying detail of the King of Curses, how the unholy arts he had created and tamed had drawn their mark on him. Somehow Yuuji had never feared Sukuna inside his mind, thinking him more as a bad tempered, estranged twin than an ancient curse, but as he came closer it became harder and harder to hold back the animal instinct in the back of his head telling him to run.

Finally, Yuuji rose on the last step, one below Sukuna’s throne, and there he stilled, heart pounding like a hare’s and trembling.

“There you are, little sorcerer,” Sukuna said, deep satisfaction rumbling in his chest. He didn’t seem to be in any rush, eating Yuuji up with his eyes only. “You look so much better like this. This is how you’re supposed to be, none of that tasteless, modern trash the Jujutsu sorcerers dress their little acolytes in.”

“It’s… It’s just a school uniform, that’s normal—” Yuuji started to argue, grasping at the familiar straw. Sukuna clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, all four of them. He sat up straighter suddenly, making Yuuji flinch, and grinned. “Your precious Jujutsu allies have made you a sacrifice to me, and still you defend them? Is that loyalty? Or stupidity?”

Yuuji tried to steel his nerves even as Sukuna leaned forward, the oppressive aura of his cursed energy rolling off him like the hot breath of a predator.

“They didn’t make me, I came on my own,” Yuuji said.

It was the wrong thing to say – Or maybe the right, the wrong kind of right, because an entirely new expression fell on Sukuna’s monstrous features. He looked feverish and sharp at once, the gleam in his eyes unambiguously hungry. It took a moment of cautious peering for Yuuji to realize that Sukuna was glad �� glad and excited.

“You know your place,”Sukuna purred, deeply delighted. Yuuji had no chance to say anything more, because Sukuna reached out with the arms Yuuji had forgotten to keep track of and grasped him, one huge hand closing around his bicep and the other taking him by the waist.

Easily, as if he weighed nothing, Yuuji found himself lifted off his feet, his sandals slipping off and leaving him barefoot, and then he was pulled right into Sukuna’s arms as the King sank back to his throne of death and hedonism.

Despite his attempts to keep his dignity, Yuuji couldn’t help but yelp as he was caught and trapped, ending up sprawled right into the arms of the unholy monster. Sukuna’s hands were on him in an instant. Big, strong fingers dug into his thighs and back, the yukata feeling like nothing as Yuuji was pressed against the hot skin of the tattooed chest, greedy hands gripping the juncture of his thigh and running up his back. Yuuji couldn’t repress a shudder as Sukuna pressed his face into his hair, drawing in a deep, savouring breath. “I’m pleased,” Sukuna rumbled into Yuuji’s ear, “At last, you have remembered where you belong. From the moment you were born, you belonged to me. You were made for me.” “Uh... Right,” Yuuji managed to reply. Sukuna’s heat was quickly bleeding into him, and the sudden intimacy was more than a little frightening, leaving Yuuji damp with cold sweat and flashing hot with adrenaline. That, and with what he knew would soon happen. He could feel the hammering of his pulse in the tip of every limb, blood rushing inside him. Sukuna pawed at him, one hand slipping under the hem of the yukata and running a hot palm up his leg, the back of his knee and all the way up his thigh, leaving the skirt bundled up at his hip. The three other hands roamed and gripped, one trailing up his spine, one slipping under him to part the folds of the yukata to run his knuckles up his chest, and one gripping him over his waist, the palm and fingers spanning around his buttock.

Sukuna pressed his face against the side of Yuuji’s head and licked at his neck, the wet heat making Yuuji squirm uselessly against his hold. “It’s been a while since I was inside you, little sorcerer,” Sukuna whispered into his ear. “Wouldn’t you like that again too? Haven’t you felt my absence? You have been the nest of a god, you must feel so empty without me.”

Yuuji managed to just mumble some broken words. He tried to remember what he had come here for, the purpose of this ritual, but it was so difficult. He was lying across Sukuna’s chest, his usually so sturdy and reliable limbs feeling scattered and tender like a spring colt’s, and the reality of it all mercilessly dawning to him.

Sukuna’s claw cut the obi of his yukata in half like it was nothing but paper, and having his single layer of decency fall apart made Yuuji truly feel like a sacrifice. Like a small piece of candy Sukuna was unwrapping, twisting open and about to suck down into nothing.

“Why is my little sorcerer still so defiant? You came here on your own, didn’t you? You know what I want,” Sukuna mused into Yuuji’s bare shoulder, the edges of his fangs grazing the skin that suddenly felt so tender.

“Doesn’t mean that I… Doesn’t mean I wanted to—” Yuuji fumbled at a response, something that would have sounded convincing at any other time.

Sukuna laughed quietly, low and dark, right into his ear. His teeth closed on Yuuji’s shoulder, catching him into his fangs and giving him a bite that was just hard enough to make him freeze and yelp in genuine terror. When he got the reaction, Sukuna let go and laughed again. “I can smell sorcery on you, little one. I can taste it in your skin and sweat. It’s strong, but not like mine. I can feel in my core how eager you are for me! There’s no one here you need to lie to, you might as well surrender.”  

“Yeah, right,” Yuuji muttered, slowly finding his own limbs. His legs were straddling Sukuna’s belly and his arms thrown over his shoulders, but slowly Yuuji could bring them to obey him again. He tried to squeeze with his knees and pull his elbows under his body, hands taking a hold of Sukuna’s loose kimono collar, its black silk cool to his touch. Sukuna watched him as he struggled to find a steadier position than the humiliating sprawl, like in some sadistic way it endeared him to watch Yuuji fumble. Right as Yuuji started to feel the slightest bit steadier, Sukuna grinned again. “Well done, little sorcerer.” Then he gripped Yuuji’s yukata’s skirt and flipped it up, leaving him naked from waist down. A full-body shudder shook Yuuji and he yelped, jerking forward as if he could escape Sukuna into the arms of the man himself, causing Sukuna to laugh in gleeful mockery. His large hands closed on Yuuji again and trapped him like a bird, arms against his sides and legs spread, and the red gleam of his eyes turned both manic and predatory. “Now, now, you were so determined just a moment ago,” Sukuna cooed, the high lilt of his voice uncomfortably familiar to Yuuji. One hand gripping his thigh was sliding even further up, the thumb shamelessly spreading Yuuji, who squealed at the touch and blushed at his own voice. Sukuna laughed. “Just admit it, you… “ he trailed off and fell silent, even the manic grin on his face fading into an almost human expression of confusion. His fingers were pressing right to the hole, but instead of finding the boy tight and dry, he met soft, giving flesh, slippery under his fingers with grease thick like butter. Yuuji felt the atmosphere shift. Sukuna went still under him, only the single finger pressing, the thick pad of it trying him in a bizarrely careful manner. It was rubbing, circling and smearing the slick, almost coaxing, persuading him to just open up a little more, just let him – The finger slipped inside. It sank like into a pot of honey, and being filled with it shocked Yuuji to let out a long, keening moan. He shivered with it, the sensation pulsing through him and turning his limbs loose again. He couldn’t keep the noise inside him, nor could he refuse the finger that was simultaneously unravelling and turning him from cold and shaky into hot and needy. Sukuna was quiet, only his chest rising and falling with his quickening breaths. For a moment the King of Curses forgot himself to his task, into fingering the precious gift of a boy in his arms, doing nothing except seeking to make more of those delicious keens fall from his lips and see what it took to have those hips come meet his hand. A moment later, Sukuna caught himself, knuckles deep in his sacrificial human, and Yuuji raised his head to look him straight into his eyes.

Arousal was good, Yuuji remembered as he panted for breath. Arousal made him strong, he realized. It was familiar, it was good, it was a fire he set within himself, the flames rushing into his being and turning him sweaty and flushed like in the middle of a good fight. “I told you,” Yuuji said to Sukuna, defiant again, “I came here voluntarily. I knew what you—” Sukuna’s blank awe turned back into raw hunger, a new grin splitting his face as a wave of desire surged from within him. “Oh… How exquisite you are, young Itadori Yuuji.”

The finger resumed its course, another forcing its way inside by its side. Yuuji groaned with the stretch but forced himself to bear it, the edge of pain melting away soon enough. Sukuna cradled him closer, gripping him by the nape and making him ride his fingers on his own, his gaze burning on Yuuji when he did just that. “Aren’t you a gift fit for a god,” Sukuna muttered, almost as if speaking to himself. He peeled the rest of Yuuji’s yukata off him, his hands stroking over the exposed flesh slowly, almost reverently, only the edge of his claws digging into the flesh, just a teasing pinch, never cutting.

Yuuji needed more leverage. The fire inside was eating up everything, himself mostly. Its heat pressed into his loins, he felt his boiling blood hard and heavy, begging for release, and all he did was ride. Searching more, he gripped Sukuna’s biceps, his hands only big enough to squeeze the swell of their curve, but he was strong and pulled his body into motion. Sukuna’s hands stroked him, caressing him like a pet he was probably threatening to turn into. One hand gripped Yuuji’s chin, the thumb pressing onto his lower lip and forcing his mouth open. Yuuji looked at him and saw all four red eyes staring right into his mouth, to the back of his throat, and soon the thumb followed the gaze.

Yuuji felt Sukuna’s finger rubbing over his teeth, then press on his tongue, turning his moans thick and wet. Underneath him, Sukuna was moving impatiently, his body blooming with heat and desire that Yuuji could taste on his breath.

“Can you take me, I wonder?” Sukuna muttered. “You know I will have you anyway. I will have you as my own, I will take you and keep you. There won’t ever be anyone else for you but me, my little sorcerer, my vessel, my precious little Yuuji.”

Sukuna pressed his finger just right, in a way that made Yuuji’s whole body shiver, his gut knotting up tightly. He whimpered around the finger in his mouth, the noise making Sukuna’s gaze darken. The thumb slipped out of Yuuji’s mouth, drawing a wet trail down his chin, and Sukuna pressed with his fingers again, twisting his wrist and cruelly massaging the spot inside that made cries pour out of the boy. Yuuji rode the wave of pleasure, feeling it rise within and trying to wrench free. He felt like he was going to burst, like a swollen bruise about to split open, and he wanted it, he wanted Sukuna to bleed him all over himself.

And Sukuna wanted to bleed him, Yuuji saw. That obscene hunger was plain on his face as Yuuji stared up to the King with slitted eyes. Sukuna wanted it, his fingers commanding him, stuffing him to the brim and demanding it from him. Yuuji squeezed his eyes shut. He felt the peak coming fast, the bursting of the bruise, the gutting of the animal within, and he howled when he came.

Yet he refused to spill even a drop on Sukuna’s belly, only releasing the fire from his blood and falling back into his arms, sweaty and boneless. Sukuna wrapped him in his arms as if to keep and leaned over to lick his nape, dangerous teeth grazing over the knobs of the spine. He was like a thunderstorm, oppressive and inevitable, a deep rumble in his chest and the crackle of his powers making Yuuji’s hair stand up on end.

He turned his head in the cage of an embrace despite the demon running his teeth over him. Yuuji saw the side of Sukuna’s head, his black hair cherry blossom pink on the tips.

“I will have you in me before the sun rises,” Yuuji declared, the ritual crystallizing in his mind. “I will take you inside and keep you.” Sukuna leaned back and stared, plain excitement on his face. He looked like he was about to eat the whole world. He looked victorious. “Yes,” he said. Yuuji returned the gaze, forever defiant. He tapped his lips twice. “Kiss me,” he said.

Sukuna looked amused even in his single-minded desire. “For you, I shall.”

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